When the horses on the roundabout
Cease to smile
And the wind whips tarpaulin on
The deck-chair piles
And wet pebble-dash looks like skin
Of crocodiles
I take a ride down by the sea
Take a ride on my trusty steed
I grabbed life by the handlebars
And it begged me to stop
Rode it down the hill
Peddled hard right from the top
My skin was greedy for the thrill
Of a million rain-drops
My lungs they gorged on the gushing air
My eyes like pin-balls darting everywhere
Well I know
The 7th wave is the biggest wave
Mother used to say
But they will roll back
Into the sea the very same way
I look up and see a thundercloud
Swoop and rise
But it’s the starlings from the pier
I quickly realize
As my front wheel buckles
And sends me up into the skies
And my face skids along wet concrete
And gets overtaken by my feet
Well I know
The 7th wave is the biggest wave
Mother used to say
But they will roll back
Into the sea the very same way
The 7th wave is the biggest wave
Mother used to say
But they will roll back
Into the sea the very same way
And lying on the ground
I see the 7th wave roll in
Like an excited puppy
Tongue out clattering
And tripping
I see it as it makes its way
Up the beach; grasping
And see it swallowed up by the sea
So I set fire to my rusty steed
Well I know
The 7th wave is the biggest wave
Mother used to say
But they will roll back
Into the sea the very same way
The 7th wave is the biggest wave
Mother used to say
But they will roll back
Into the sea the very same way